Of course, being in the middle of a war, it doesn’t take long for someone to to pick on the fat old mare that looks a little lost. She can’t blame them, really - she looks like an easy target. And compared to what she used to be, she is - she’s old, out of shape, and well out of practice.
But she’s far from defenceless.
The moment his teeth sink into her withers she moves instinctively, calling the winds about her and flinging herself fifty feet up in the air. Unfortunately she doesn’t dislodge him - his teeth are stuck fast, and his hind legs scrabble at her ribs, scoring long red scratches through her coat. Ugh that’s going to leave a mark. Ah well, at least she still has her pretty face and winning disposition. Well, maybe scratch that last one. Ok, ok scratch both of them.
She’s momentarily distracted when she spots an oh-so-familar figure poking out of the trees at the edge of the battlefield. Bloody hell, when will that kid learn?! “LARKEN, GET YOUR ASS BACK TO THE JUNGLE!” But she’s too far away … and the foolish girl has bumped into a tiger, of all things. A tiger that quickly sets about sinking its fangs into her throat.
Any other parent would be panicking at this point, but Lyris has the advantage of a little secret up her sleeve. Once upon a time a faerie had seen fit to give her a little gift - a ‘regeneration.’ Lyris had eventually realized that she was never going to use it herself (what with the lack of wars and all … oopsies), and had asked the faerie to give it her … impulsive (but well loved) daughter Larken. She’s rather glad at the moment that she’d made that decision. The idiotic girl will die, but her body will regenerate itself, hopefully by which point Lyris or Prague will have had the chance to move her to somewhere she can’t get into even more trouble.
Perhaps Larken will even learn a valuable lesson from the this. Though that’s probably hoping for too much. The girl does have brains, she just adamantly refuses to use them.
But back to the more urgent matter at hand. The wolf’s teeth are still clenched painfully into her withers, and Lyris decides to do what any belaboured flying horse would do at this point - take him on a bit of a roller coaster ride. She drops from fifty feet in the air to ten in a matter of seconds, then takes him soaring over the heads of the other battlers (though under the dragons, she’d rather avoid those), adding in a few loop-de-loops for good measure. Hopefully he’ll end up having a hard time hanging on to her, let alone his lunch. But, just for caution’s sake she starts to head in Prague’s direction. If she can’t dislodge him, surely the magician can.
But she’s far from defenceless.
The moment his teeth sink into her withers she moves instinctively, calling the winds about her and flinging herself fifty feet up in the air. Unfortunately she doesn’t dislodge him - his teeth are stuck fast, and his hind legs scrabble at her ribs, scoring long red scratches through her coat. Ugh that’s going to leave a mark. Ah well, at least she still has her pretty face and winning disposition. Well, maybe scratch that last one. Ok, ok scratch both of them.
She’s momentarily distracted when she spots an oh-so-familar figure poking out of the trees at the edge of the battlefield. Bloody hell, when will that kid learn?! “LARKEN, GET YOUR ASS BACK TO THE JUNGLE!” But she’s too far away … and the foolish girl has bumped into a tiger, of all things. A tiger that quickly sets about sinking its fangs into her throat.
Any other parent would be panicking at this point, but Lyris has the advantage of a little secret up her sleeve. Once upon a time a faerie had seen fit to give her a little gift - a ‘regeneration.’ Lyris had eventually realized that she was never going to use it herself (what with the lack of wars and all … oopsies), and had asked the faerie to give it her … impulsive (but well loved) daughter Larken. She’s rather glad at the moment that she’d made that decision. The idiotic girl will die, but her body will regenerate itself, hopefully by which point Lyris or Prague will have had the chance to move her to somewhere she can’t get into even more trouble.
Perhaps Larken will even learn a valuable lesson from the this. Though that’s probably hoping for too much. The girl does have brains, she just adamantly refuses to use them.
But back to the more urgent matter at hand. The wolf’s teeth are still clenched painfully into her withers, and Lyris decides to do what any belaboured flying horse would do at this point - take him on a bit of a roller coaster ride. She drops from fifty feet in the air to ten in a matter of seconds, then takes him soaring over the heads of the other battlers (though under the dragons, she’d rather avoid those), adding in a few loop-de-loops for good measure. Hopefully he’ll end up having a hard time hanging on to her, let alone his lunch. But, just for caution’s sake she starts to head in Prague’s direction. If she can’t dislodge him, surely the magician can.
Lyris
I’ll burn this whole city down
html by maat | gif by headlikeanorange.tumblr.comTLDR: Lyris gets attacked by Lupei, witnesses her daughter getting killed (and in wonderful motherly fashion, doesn't care), Lyris takes Lupei on a roller coaster ride over everyone's heads, spewing wind everywhere (if you wish, you have my permission to powerplay her winds - she's paying more attention to Lupei than anyone else at this point), Lyris starts flying low over everyone's heads towards Prague, with Lupei still attached.